[Intro]

[Hook: Cas Daniels]
Stop, Drop, Roll...
I got that fire
We the suppliers
And then we gotta go...
To another show
Go get this dough...
What they say on our side
That's right fo' sho...

[Verse 1: Cas Daniels]
I get it for the low
Livin' life in slow mo
Call me Chevy Nintendo
Cause it be that '64
Rip the show
Get the dough
Smash out on them low pros
Ya'll know how this shit goes
Hotboxin' and dodgin' hoes
Ain't nobody got time for that
When I'm 'bout to hit the crib with my Thundercat
Ya'll ain't fuckin' wit that
So ya'll ain't messin' wit this
Lookin' like that time by the Gucci on my wrist that I
Attack this mother fuckin' microphone with no mercy
Drop the top on that Jacky joint until they curtsy
It had to be Cas D. and Gat to bring it back
With that show enough Kung Fu rap
Last Dragon keep it crackin' cause I been here before
Flippin' modes like the squad sayin' gimmy some more
So ya'll can say fo sho
Cas D. spit crack
Rainin' heavy on the club without spendin' a rack
Because I
[Hook: Cas Daniels]
Stop, Drop, Roll...
I got that fire
We the suppliers
And then we gotta go...
To another show
Go get this dough...
What they say on our side
That's right fo' sho...

[Verse 2: Gat$by]
Grade A, ye top a the shelf
Reduce bitches to a notch on my belt
So smooth doors open themselves
Gotcha wonderin' where the kid is gettin' his wealth
Well...
I keep that on the low like e'rything else
No
Destination known
So we roam
Hotel to hotel
No coat tails are needed when you blow L's
I'm needed on these beats like Regis on the screen
God damn, keep servin' up emcees with this heat
Till they lyrically deceased
When Gat$bys unleashed
It's straight murda in the first
I'm not tired in the least
Sittin' back gettin' high on the beach
That's how it's done
How you do in the city by the sea?
Me, I stay cool as the breeze with the crew on the scene
Not a care in the world, but these girls on my D, son
So live it up, there's no re-runs
[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Cas Daniels]
Check it
Livin' legends so lucky I am
I gotta slug for ya mug with this masta plan
So right here I stand
Long hair don't care
Body slammin' tracks proper like my name Rick Flair
With that

[Verse 4: Gat$by]
Tank top wearin'
Not givin' a fuck
Tearin' up mics leavin' 'em
Too hot ta touch
Rippin' up ya style
Like an old two dolla dutch

[Verse 5: Cas Daniels]
In the clutch I'm scorin'
Auto make foreign
747 on the beat I'm soarin'
Soar when you see two cats from the beach
Spittin' lines so rare you just can't reach
So when I teach you listen ta all my lyrical pimpin'
[Hook: Cas Daniels]
Stop, Drop, Roll...
I got that fire
We the suppliers
And then we gotta go...
To another show
Go get this dough...
What they say on our side
That's right fo' sho...